Chapter 9: Is Gong Lü Not Good at All? And Sick, Too?

Gong Ran had never been treated like this before, and finally lost her temper, cursing, "You’re just relying on the fact that I won’t hit you like An Qianqian, aren’t you! If you’re so capable of tossing someone down the stairs, why did you run away? Why didn’t you stay at No. 9 High? Wait till An Qianqian gets out of the hospital—she’ll beat you to a pulp!"

As she cursed, Gong Ran paused, then started mocking again, "I really don’t get why all of you like Gong Lu. There’s nothing good about him, and he’s sick…"

Gong Ran always called Gong Lu 'brother' in front of him, but behind his back, she’d call him by his name and constantly disparage him. He Luo had always found this odd, and now Ye Luo thought so too.

But, like He Luo, Ye Luo didn’t ask any questions.

Ye Luo simply thought to herself: I don’t know if he’s sick, but I do know that five years from now, he’ll die—murdered.

"Forget it, you’re all blind anyway. It’s got nothing to do with me." Gong Ran didn’t elaborate on Gong Lu’s illness, brushing off the topic altogether.

Then Gong Ran returned to the original subject, her tone sharp, "There are so many schools you could have transferred to, why did you choose No. 7 High? Don’t you know I go there? And look at your marks—how dare you transfer with grades that bad! If I were you, I’d have bashed my head in already! Seriously, do you think you’re a hen, always laying eggs for us to see?"

Ye Luo: "…"

On this point, Ye Luo also found it unbelievable. He Luo’s grades were abysmal beyond imagination. Always coming in last wasn’t even the worst of it—she took every test seriously, yet still managed to get plenty of zeroes…

In fact, the students at No. 9 High had given He Luo a nickname: Egg Sister…

Ever since she got that nickname, whenever He Luo entered the school, people would greet her with, "Egg Sister, laid any eggs lately?"

Thinking of this, Ye Luo’s lips twitched slightly.

"You’ve already transferred, so what’s the point of talking about it," Gong Ran continued, "Just tell me directly—which class did you transfer into? Don’t tell me it’s Class One?"

Without waiting for Ye Luo to answer, Gong Ran scolded, "He Luo, if you dare enter Class One, I’ll bully you even worse than An Qianqian! Does a bottom-of-the-barrel student like you deserve to be in Class One?!"

Ye Luo hadn’t spoken yet, but the butler beside them couldn’t stand it any longer and stepped forward, saying, "Miss Ranran, Miss Luoluo transferred into Class Nineteen."

"Class Nineteen?" Gong Ran’s expression turned somewhat peculiar.

Ye Luo noticed and finally spoke up, asking, "Is there a problem?"

This concerned her ancestor, so she had to clarify.

Gong Ran immediately became agitated, "Of course there’s a problem! That class is full of troublemakers—all boys, not a single one who studies properly. I’ve barely seen them attend classes, and their grades are always at the very bottom. Gong Lu must really dislike you to transfer you into that class."

She paused, then assumed, "Oh, I get it! Gong Lu acts like he hates An Qianqian, but deep down he likes her, right? Since you tossed An Qianqian down the stairs, he put you in that kind of class—so you’d suffer!"

Ye Luo didn’t bother to correct Gong Ran’s misunderstanding—that she herself had requested to be placed in Class Nineteen—but frowned instead.

All troublemakers…

That meant her ancestor was a troublemaker too…

She had originally thought her ancestor was a model student, which explained why he’d always been bullied…

Gong Ran was still animated, saying, "Turns out that class used to have several girls, but none lasted more than two weeks. Either they transferred out or dropped out, and when they left, they cried their eyes out…"